On Saint Patrick’s Day I had the honor of reading after the performance of Great Lakes Graham and the Fiddleman at the Skyline Event Center in Comins. It was a lively evening filled to capacity in both music and patrons. Troy Graham is a talented song writer and fellow poet from Marquette, Michigan. His partner on the fiddle, Allen Dupris is get-down and ecstatic in bowmanship and accompanying vocals.
I immensely enjoyed the music and time spent with these guys as tentative plans were bantered about for doing a poetry reading up in Marquette in the near future. I look forward to such a warm welcome.
Troy and I also traded books of verse and I am glad to say I felt a strong connection to his work. He is an excellent poet.
I am delighted to share one of his poems in this post.
The flowers are sleeping during the winter,
but then again— so is my wandering soul.
The winter reminds me of a Laundromat,
filled with depressingly loud machines
that have the constant need of running
and cleaning things.
I think I’m ready for spring again,
ready for the first rainfall,
ready for the last snow melt,
ready for the first sunny day that I can be outside.
But until then, I guess I will just have to endure
this Laundromat I call winter,
filled with depressingly loud machines that have
the constant need to be running and cleaning
Maybe one day a snow plow will find my mind,
and if not,
I guess I’ll just wait with anxious eyes until spring-
time comes again.
Troy Graham, from Poems And Stories, Volume One
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®